Stripped of the Badge

Valerio set the Glock down on the mahogany desk, the heavy thud cutting through the lingering tension in the office. He took a deep breath, letting the raw anger from Aldo's visit dissipate into the cool air of the room. He needed a clear head for the chessboard ahead. He looked up at Enzo, who stood near the door with his usual stoic posture.

"Tell me, Enzo," Valerio commanded, leaning back into